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Now in Vienna there are ten pretty womenThere's a shoulder where Death comes to cryThere's a lobby with nine hundred windowsThere's a tree where the doves go to dieThere's a piece that was torn from the morningAnd it hangs in the Gallery of Frost

I, I-I-ITake this waltz, take this waltzTake this waltz with the clamp on its jaws

Oh, I want you, I want you, I want youOn a chair with a dead magazineIn the cave at the tip of the lillyIn some hallway where love's never been